Just as you reach the edge of the bench, something wraps around you tightly, and your feet leave the ground. You look down and see what can only be the hand of Palmon. It looks like a leaf of some kind, with three long claws on the end, and it’s wrapped around you in a powerful fist. You try to squirm, but it’s useless.
A few moments later, you’re turned around, and you’re face-to-face with Palmon herself. You can see your reflection in her huge dark eyes, and it’s frightening to see yourself as a tiny, mouse-sized human in the claws of a giant plant monster. Not to mention, you now have a close view of the many sharp fangs sticking out from between her lips. Even though she always seemed like a friendly Digimon, you shudder in fear, worried about what might happen next.
Meanwhile, Palmon quietly observes the tiny human boy in her grasp, a concerned look on her face. She’s unsure how you shrunk, but she’s glad that she caught you before you injured yourself. Still, you’re clearly terrified of her. She should probably try to calm you down.
Then again, the feeling of holding a tiny person is strangely exhilarating. Maybe instead of acting gentle, she should enjoy this feeling of power while she has the chance?
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